Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.